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now, when I said I wish it was.”
     
    She let that process. “If everyone could safely know what you know now, how would they feel about you being the trigger man?”
     
    “Overwhelming relief,” he told her with only the briefest of pauses.
     
    “Not happy or sad?”
     
    “No, not at first. Hence the term overwhelming .”
     
    “Even Daphne?”
     
    That stopped him, and he was thoughtful for a long time, “No, no I don’t think so. She would understand, and even at some point admit it had to be done, but I don’t think she would ever allow me in her house, no matter how many years passed.”
     
    After a time, she said, “It sounds like I should be glad it was done, but I’m very glad that it wasn’t you who did it.”
     
    “It poses several problems, though,” he murmured. “Since it wasn’t me, who the fuck was it? And if he was part of the club, somehow realizing what was going on, then why hasn’t he come to Knight? There would be no reprisal against him, not after he showed them what was in that box. I’m sure of it.”
     
    “Maybe he isn’t sure of it,” she offered.
     
    “Hmm,” he thrummed. “Maybe what’s the box isn’t as clear as Derrick believed it was?”
     
    “Daphne told us that he messed with the filling and stuff in that box when he tweaked. Like some tweak out on TV’s or stereos or computers, he tweaked out on his filing shit . That’s what she called it, anyway, like it was nearly a daily occurrence with him.”
     
    “Daphne never looked into the boxes?”
     
    “She treated it like her diary, which he never invaded. Since the boxes were in the closets with other things, she noticed magazine pages, newspaper clippings and hand written notes, but nothing specific,” Cyn told him.
     
    “I suppose that with enough tweaking, he could have rendered the information fairly useless to anyone but himself. Perhaps just bits and pieces are in there which his mind filled in the blanks for,” he said in deep thought.
     
    “Writers do that without tweak,” she told him. “They get so into the story, so wrapped in the visual and sensual aspects, that they think they wrote all of that down. Even when they read back through it, it’s like their mind conjures it up so they see it. But when I get there, whole paragraphs are missing. Not just words or sentences. I had one writer who missed a whole chapter. I knew it was missing because one of the main characters died in that chapter, and all of the other characters were referring to and talking about the event, but it wasn’t there.”
     
    “Caught up in their own world bubble,” he said, much lighter than he was before. “Interesting. I sometimes think most people are like that anyway. We get so wrapped up in what we are thinking about, or worried about, that we don’t notice or remember ninety percent of what is going on around us.
     
    “For example,” he added, “I told Boston today that I knew his age, and that he had a birthday coming up soon. He was astounded that I knew that. He obviously doesn’t remember me being at his party last year, or his conversation with Larry about his sister, who he adores.”
     
    She shook her head a little and said, “Well, when you do that, it feels like such an intimate invasion that your mind goes blank, and it can only attempt to deal with the fact that this stranger apparently know your secrets.”
     
    “Hmm, I’ve never heard it described that way before,” he told her.
     
    “That’s because you always explain it afterward and take away the initial shock, and then all the wonder and awe can come to the surface. But initially, it is close to an adrenaline-inducing event, which adds to the fun after the trick is explained, but it is not so fun as it is going on.”
     
    She turned and looked up at him. “I’ll bet if you composed something like a ten-item list, instead of three or four, by the time you got done, a man would be at your throat and most women would